Chasing Lightning(Something Silly)

Same story
as the ones I’ve told before:
once again, I find myself
simply chasing lightning.
Never touching, just reaching
believing there’s a chance
that I might be struck again.
Which is what I might say
some other day in the life of a younger me.
Naive and hotheaded.
Highly expectant of the lightning I expected
despite the onslaught of a clear sky.
In the end,
essentially the same metaphor I’ve
used before,
waiting and wanting just enough to sate
these pretty words arranged.
Strange name
for unions ultimately unintended.
Names changed
for actions carried out in lust,
redubbed a game.
Passions ignited and soon the true title of lust
reclaimed.
Spiritually, you move inside me like thought
and feeling.
Charge through me like blood and air.
I’m aware that getting
high with you was like breathing ether
every moment passing in ecstasy whispering in my ear
things I only dream could be true
because logically my luck has never been that good.
I don’t care about things that I know I should
and I don’t care that I don’t care.
I’m well aware that I’m unafraid of the consequence.
Is this confidence
or something silly?
Really, all the things that should matter are starting to melt together,
then starting to fade away.
Chivalry was a role I’d try to play
were this a day in the life of a younger me
but it’s not.
In another time I’d regret but it seems that I forgot to,
or maybe I did,
and you’re the only color in the painting of my mind.
You’re like a Renaissance for my soul,
pity that I can’t have you
and that sensual syllables must suffice
for the space left vacant for you.
And I’m so taken with you
that I’m content to court you in my dreams
forever knowing I can’t love you in the daylight.
My affections reduced to vampires
by rules that remain unwritten,
unwritten commandments rendering you forbidden.
As is,
let’s get high
and I’ll still be content to star gaze from the ground,
still exhilarating,
still exciting.
I’ve always been simply chasing lighting
loving the Light Lovely,
if you are the stars then let it be that your constellation
always hangs above me,
especially if I can’t join you.
Metaphor that I’ve already whored before.
I’ve ignored it since.
I’ll ignore it again,
broken records become friends
just as well as menthol New Ports sailed from in the twilight.
I can’t love you in the daylight,
but my dreams are nice.
In a perfect world, lightning would strike twice
if I had my way.
Just some things that I might say
in the day in the life of a younger me.
Wide eyed and excited.
Youthful poet spewing pretty words
of love requited
now just old hymns remembered,
delighting in chasing lightning
symbolized as love rendered.

Chasing Lightning(Something Silly)

Shaquille Stewart

Montgomery Village, United States

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